I always forget…
I forget that his big brown eyes didn’t come from my mom’s side of the family.
I forget that all of his black hair isn’t just like my brothers.
I forget that I didn’t “make” him.
I forget that we didn’t bond for nine months.
I forget that I didn’t carry him.
But he is mine and I am his. I feel like I carried him. I feel like I made him. I don’t look at him and think that he doesn’t look like me (even though I am ghost pale and he is beautifully complected). I don’t look at him and think he isn’t mine. I don’t look at him and think that I am not his mom. I am so in love with this child that there is no way that he wasn’t meant to be mine.
I may not have carried him, but God carried him to me and I will forever carry him in my heart.
claire says
This is such a lovely post, he’s gorgeous!
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catherine_boone112 says
Thank you for stopping by! He melts hearts…especially mine!
Katelyn says
Such sweet words mama! Beautiful way of describing your motherhood journey. Thanks for sharing!
catherine_boone112 says
Thank you so much for your kind words! Motherhood is an amazing journey!
Patricia Fidrych says
My husband doesn’t believe me that they become no different that your own when I talk about adopting. It doesn’t matter where those big brown eyes come from, it just matters that they are loved. <3
catherine_boone112 says
They become a part of you instantly! My husband too had reservations but once he saw and held him he said he was his!